Yngx Hoodrich

[Intro]
(Triple Seven Mixtape)
(Goth-)
(Oh my God)
(Goth-)
(Goth-)

[Verse 1: Yngx17]
Nigga, I run this shit like Russel
Got the rock, I ain't gon' fumble
I can't see it if it's [?]
'Cause a nigga vision's [?]
[?]
Bitch, I cuddle with these bundles
And I travel with that chop, you know we popping like a bubble
Oh you got that telescope, and he higher than a hoe
I'm a demon in the jungle, I'll serve your fucking uncle
I got grams for the under, I pop xans, yeah, I love those
I'm smoking on that gumbo [?] dumbo (Goth-)
I'm a swag [?]
I'm a side nigga, stay in friendzone
[?] in the endzone
Game over, fall off [?]
[?]
[?]
[?] gеt sliced like Kimbo
[?] limbo

[Verse 2: Kane Grocerys]
Dumb ass thot, just a bimbo
Only care about my gang and my kinfolk
You a lamе ass nigga, what you here for?
You ain't getting no money, what you here for?
You bitch suck my dick, I ain't hit though
But you kiss her on the lips 'cause you love that hoe
[?] stacking money, smoking big dope
Sipping drank, got a eight of the dirty mud
You fufu, I ain't never heard of ya
Stick you niggas, send the seven team to murder ya
They got killers, hustlers, and burglars
Come in your crib and shoot your whole flex up
Staying on aim, these niggas be telling stuff
Blow out your brains so won't be no evidence
[?] dripped like a elephant
Don't do Balmain, that shit is irrelevant
Black shades, my niggas is taking shit
[?] up on you, bitch
Your bitch on my dick, her man is so sick
Counting Gucci's, tryna get a [?]
Fuck her twice and then I forget about it
Off the shrooms, and I'm tryna get fucking higher
My niggas fugazi, you soft as muffins
Get smashed like a pump, man, this .40 is busting
I'm trapping and booming and serving these junkies
My niggas is monkeys, they got them bananas
[?] got white like a honkey
Nigga, trip if you want it, I be up in the morning
Nigga, trip if you want it, I be up in the morning

[Interlude: Kane Grocerys]
Brr-brr
Pick up the phone, nigga, I'm tryna get some work, man
Hello?

[Verse 3: Kane Grocerys]
Momma said I wouldn't be shit
Now look at me, I'm hood rich
Cooling with some niggas that's killing shit and shooting shit
Cooling with some niggas that's dealing shit
Run up on me, 17 gon' let it spit
Murk a nigga dead, no reason
Hitting licks every day, juggs easy
17, Young OG, we be going crazy
Sipping on that mud, man, it have me feeling lazy
S Gang put to sleep, rock a bye baby

[Outro]
(Triple Seven Mixtape)